It's beginning to look a lot like Christamas....
Today I started in with my always present "Christmas Time Zeal" and began the festive decorating that my husband loves so dearly. After spending the morning tidying the sewing area in our house that is actually the dining room I realized I'd never be able to get all the material tucked away. Thanks Mom! The sad fact is that my dahlink Mom loves to join in whenever I start a craft and give me presents. It's taken me two years to convince her that I do have enough material and that I don't need more because I haven't quilted in over a year. So tidying and moving things means the dining room looks somewhat better. What my Mom who is aided and abetted by my father doesn't realize is this house isn't large enough to fit in a family of guinea pigs. Mom and Dad have always had a home commensurate with their family/chochki's size. I have to laugh my Dad recently hauled over two more bins of yarn for me that Mom isn't going to use....I guess that will go with the other dozen they've dropped off over the years!
Back to the Decorating for Christmas thing....my tree is up. A little the worse for wear after my husband spent the afternoon watching curling and struggling with the net lights and the round coloured bulb lights my parents got rid of two Christmas' ago. It's bare of ornaments. Naked if you will. A sudden thought hit me with a "whomp". My two kidling's S & A are not here to join in the festivities. And while yes, I have done too much today the ornament thing is killing me. Maybe I can convince them to come over and help but I know they are both busy people and for some strange reason have built a life without me and my Christmas ornaments. They grow up so fast. This year it will be the two daughters left who will help me with the tree I guess. Hubby doesn't do ornaments except for the spinning ballerina and the NASA rocket.
Friday was a crop night. Very strange...hear the "Twilight Zone" music? Our Slice Girl table wasn't reserved because there weren't enough of us! So Chocolate, Snippy and I sat with two nice girls. One who is a Creative Memories Scrap booker and the other who was so new to scrap book crops that she didn't bring anything! Okay, so Special....I may not have known to set and eyelet but I did know to bring pictures and paper. I worked hard on the book I'm doing. I finished two pages off and started a third one. I feel proud of myself for that. Chocolate finished off two pages. One of them was the page she did for my book on Eldest Daughter's wedding. Amazing. I love it. She burned the edges around the picture of my hubby and Daughter doing the Father/Daughter dance. Then she put that onto the left side of the page which was a lovely shade of brown and then on off white/cream paper she printed out the words to the dance. "Sara" by Fleetwood Mac sung by Stevie Nicks. It made me cry seeing it. Carefully she tore the paper on the page so that the brown surrounds the cream words. Underneath the photo of them dancing is a cream piece of paper with a velum overlay that says "Sara, you're the poet in my heart". On two corners are two brown eyelets in the shape of hearts. It's beautiful. I have to thank you one more time.
Snippy and Chocolate left early. I sat at the table by myself alone and it was actually nice. I did some journalling but mostly people watched. Funny how different people react differently in crops. Of course by this time it was late, around 11 p.m. There were a table of seriously dedicated scrappers. You could tell this because they barely chatted. They were glued to the work they were doing. Their table was very quiet. Another table had about 6 people gathered round. Hilarious to watch them. They did do some scrapping, but laughing was obviously on the menu that night. Other tables had people who were trading stickers, making Christmas cards and just sitting and having coffee while waiting for their ride. A room full of very different women in age, life experiences and styles. We all got along. We were all there for a purpose. No men. I had to wonder why? Is it a woman's role in life to tend to the preservation of family life? Are men scrap booking (I do know two who do scrap book but would never go to a crop or party) in secret?
I wonder is there a secret cult of male scrappers out there? What are their styles, what do they scrap?
I would love to know.
Back to the Decorating for Christmas thing....my tree is up. A little the worse for wear after my husband spent the afternoon watching curling and struggling with the net lights and the round coloured bulb lights my parents got rid of two Christmas' ago. It's bare of ornaments. Naked if you will. A sudden thought hit me with a "whomp". My two kidling's S & A are not here to join in the festivities. And while yes, I have done too much today the ornament thing is killing me. Maybe I can convince them to come over and help but I know they are both busy people and for some strange reason have built a life without me and my Christmas ornaments. They grow up so fast. This year it will be the two daughters left who will help me with the tree I guess. Hubby doesn't do ornaments except for the spinning ballerina and the NASA rocket.
Friday was a crop night. Very strange...hear the "Twilight Zone" music? Our Slice Girl table wasn't reserved because there weren't enough of us! So Chocolate, Snippy and I sat with two nice girls. One who is a Creative Memories Scrap booker and the other who was so new to scrap book crops that she didn't bring anything! Okay, so Special....I may not have known to set and eyelet but I did know to bring pictures and paper. I worked hard on the book I'm doing. I finished two pages off and started a third one. I feel proud of myself for that. Chocolate finished off two pages. One of them was the page she did for my book on Eldest Daughter's wedding. Amazing. I love it. She burned the edges around the picture of my hubby and Daughter doing the Father/Daughter dance. Then she put that onto the left side of the page which was a lovely shade of brown and then on off white/cream paper she printed out the words to the dance. "Sara" by Fleetwood Mac sung by Stevie Nicks. It made me cry seeing it. Carefully she tore the paper on the page so that the brown surrounds the cream words. Underneath the photo of them dancing is a cream piece of paper with a velum overlay that says "Sara, you're the poet in my heart". On two corners are two brown eyelets in the shape of hearts. It's beautiful. I have to thank you one more time.
Snippy and Chocolate left early. I sat at the table by myself alone and it was actually nice. I did some journalling but mostly people watched. Funny how different people react differently in crops. Of course by this time it was late, around 11 p.m. There were a table of seriously dedicated scrappers. You could tell this because they barely chatted. They were glued to the work they were doing. Their table was very quiet. Another table had about 6 people gathered round. Hilarious to watch them. They did do some scrapping, but laughing was obviously on the menu that night. Other tables had people who were trading stickers, making Christmas cards and just sitting and having coffee while waiting for their ride. A room full of very different women in age, life experiences and styles. We all got along. We were all there for a purpose. No men. I had to wonder why? Is it a woman's role in life to tend to the preservation of family life? Are men scrap booking (I do know two who do scrap book but would never go to a crop or party) in secret?
I wonder is there a secret cult of male scrappers out there? What are their styles, what do they scrap?
I would love to know.